Liquor Store

A story of growing up a child of an alcoholic.


Bed springs creaking in the middle of the night

A silver clip that holds his money tight
He loved his parents but hated being poor
And spending all his time at the liquor store

Reach deep into the pocket for some bills

Buy some weed and head off to the grille
A pair of work pants hanging on the door
Spending all his money at the liquor store

Drugs and booze are the devils game dad

Bad rubs off on good before good rubs off on bad
Passed out drunk on the living room floor
From spending all his time at the liquor store

The boy could do no wrong in his mama’s eyes

But his daddy taught him how to drink and lie
She gave him money and sent him out the door
And he ended up down at the liquor store

He loved his old man but hated him too

Told himself I’ll never be like you
Join his friends and head right off to war
But first he stopped at the liquor store

Enduring heartache no man should ever bear

Into a mirror the young man stared
Head in hands Lord he said no more
Spending any time down at the liquor store

If problems and pain are what you endure

And you think that drinking is the cure
They sell liquor down at the corner store
But he don’t go there with daddy anymore…
 

Robert

2015